Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
He stands, tears down his jeans and his boxers. His cock springs up, unbelievably big, a staff of pure lust. His swollen, huge end glimmers with a dollop of precum. In fact, his entire length is shiny with it. He steps to the edge of the bed and guides his thickness towards my entrance. He rubs the huge tip up and down over my slickness.
I whimper as pleasure surges through me.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, zeroing in against my hole. He pushes gently … and again.
Pleasure kisses me, but my body won’t cooperate.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
“Don’t you dare apologize,” he growls. “If I can’t fit in, it’s because you drive me so wild that I’ve forgotten my manners. I need to make you good and slippery first.”
He falls to his knees, grabs greedy handfuls of my thighs. Every touch pushes me closer to the edge. I’m gushing like a waterfall, every second getting wetter, hornier, readier.
“It might be because I’m a virgin,” I say softly. Barely loud enough to hear my own voice. His hands claim more of my thighs, squeezing possessively. “What did you just say?” he growls. “Repeat.”
“I’ve never done this before. Maybe that’s why?”
He shudders. “Nobody’s ever touched this horny-as-fuck hole before?”
“No,” I whisper. “I’ve never done anything like this.”
“Anything like this?”
When I shake my head, he looks at my pussy with a new sense of appreciation. He’s feasting on me with his eyes.
“Nobody’s ever tasted these juices? Never fingered this little hole?”
“Never,” I moan.
“Fuuuck!”
Forget about feasting with his eyes. Now, he just feasts.
He grabs my ass with his hands and pulls me against him, opening his mouth wide and pushing it against my pussy. His tongue devours as if he can’t get enough of my taste, stroking over my lips and my hole and my clit. I twitch when he focuses on my nub.
He reads the twitch, his fingers grip into me with more pressure. It’s like he wants to hold me in place as he claims me with his tongue.
He focuses on my clit, sucking it into his mouth, pushing his tongue against it. His groans and grunts are somehow the sexiest part. A bear satiating itself. Indulging. I’m his prize. I’ve never felt so wanted.
Soon, the pressure in my inner thighs becomes too much.
An orgasm shatters. My toes curl. My hole pulses and shivers with the release.
He moves his hand to my clit and keeps rubbing as his mouth opens over my mouth, tasting my juices.
When it’s over, he stands again, rubbing his palm over my slickness and stroking it up and down his solid length.
“Wait,” I murmur.
He raises an eyebrow.
“I want to see you too,” I say.
He grins then pulls his shirt, the buttons popping, shrugs it off to reveal his sculpted torso. Every muscle is tense, solid.
Grabbing his slick shaft, he guides his end to my slit again. I gasp as he pushes against my entrance. He’s so, so big. He groans as he tries to fit.
“Maybe the first-time nerves are getting the better of me,” I whisper. “I’m sor—”
“Don’t apologize to me,” he growls. “Even this, Lila, rubbing my cock against your horny pussy like this, against your clit and lips, it’s gonna make me bust.”
I shift my hips in time with him, more pleasure teasing me as he grinds his thickness between my lips and over my clit.
“Yeah?” I moan.
“Fuck, yeah. Yeah. Push your tits together.”
I do as he says without hesitation. There’s something so sexy about him taking the lead.
“You want me to come all over your pussy,” he snarls.
“Yes, yes.” I gasp.
“Then say it. Beg.”
“Come on my pussy,” I whimper as he gets quicker, his shaft grinding burningly against my clit. “Please. I beg you. Come all over my pussy.”
“Fuck, fuck.” He can barely catch his breath. “I’m—going—to …”
“Please,” I moan. “Come on my …”
I can’t speak anymore. Neither can he. The friction is like a fire about to start. When his husky gasps turn throaty, I know he’s about to erupt. I lean up on my elbows, bouncing up and down with him.
As hot come blows out of his huge hard dick, my body gifts me with another orgasm, a crash like a wave breaking over a beach, slickness flowing out of me.
He comes all over my lower belly and my sex, then stumbles back, shuddering all over.
“Snapshot,” he murmurs. “You’re too damn perfect for a man like me.”
“Huh? What does that mean?”
He shakes his head, turns away. “You’re young and curvy and talented and so beautiful, you’re like a painting. The way you moan has me losing my mind. Speaking of minds, of personalities … you’ve got a good soul. Your passion is off the charts. You’re naïve in the cutest way.”
I stand, wipe down, find my clothes, pull them on. He looks for his shirt.
The silence which accompanies us as we get dressed isn’t awkward. It’s the most comfortable silence I’ve ever shared with a person.